How Everything Changed (Book 4)

Chapter 43

*Ryah*

I walked inside the arena with Jeff. He was not, and I mean, not looking forward to being EC3's personal assis--oh what the hell am I saying? He's not a personal assistant, so much as his bitch. I just knew from watching other people go through this same thing that Ethan was gonna be doing the most embarrassing things to him. I didn't know what they were, but I just knew he wouldn't want to be showing his face after tonight.

He told me he was going to go try to set his stuff in Matt's locker room. He and Jeff hadn't really spoken since this whole thing started. I guess Matt kinda felt bad for letting him down and getting him stuck in this position. He was halfway down to Matt's locker room when Ethan showed up and redirected him to his and Tyrus' locker room. He looked back at me as they walked away, Ethan gripping his shoulder the whole time. He had this look of sadness on his face, like he really didn't want to do this. I gave him a sad smile back before heading down to Matt's locker room.

Matt gave a courtesy glance to me once I walked in. "Where's Jeff?" he asked, looking back down at his tape, carefully trying to write his son's initials in big black lettering.

"He was on his way over to put his stuff in, but Ethan grabbed him and took him back to his and Tyrus' locker room." I grabbed the itinerary and gave it the ole once over. "It looks like Ethan and Tyrus are starting off the show. I really cant wait to see what's gonna happen tonight with Jeff. Just to make sure he doesn't do anything that I wouldn't do to him, I'm going out there."

When it came time for the segment, I walked up to Jeff, who had two bottles of water in his hands--which I assumed were for Ethan and Tyrus. We started to walk out to his music but Ethan had it cut out. "Personal assistants don't walk to music," he had said. "And they really don't walk out with girls either!"

I grabbed a microphone long enough to say this: "Ethan, I'm sorry...but we...we are a package deal. You get him as a personal assistant and you get me."

Ethan shrugged in reply and Jeff gave him and Tyrus the bottles of water. Ethan popped open the bottle and spat it back out. "Is that 73 degrees?! You know I said 72! Ohhh!" he said as he threw the water on Jeff. I glared at him and went to slap Ethan but Jeff held me back. I bit back a smart ass comment and watched as Tyrus pulled out an EC3 on a stick--hereby forever known to me as a "dick on a stick," the one that Ethan said he payed $13,000 for. Didn't look like it to me. Hell, I could make my face on a stick with less money--even with a 2 x 4, a scanner and cardboard.

Then the real fun began--Ethan made Jeff introduce him and I sniggered when he referred to himself as "EC3's biggest fan." He introduced Ethan as the things that he put on his Twitter and then said that he was dead serious about Ethan being handsome. Seriously, if he were nicer maybe Morgan would still be with him. Then he made me and Jeff watch as he and Tyrus beat down Matt and Spud for about 10 minutes, in which Jeff was supposed to hit Spud one time with his hand, and again with a steel chair. Oh, how poor Jeff wanted to smack Ethan with that Dick on a Stick.

Backstage, we walked around before Ethan walked up to us, clearly disappointed with Jeff for not hitting Spud like he was supposed to. As punishment, Jeff was supposed to take Ethan's merch and sell it to his fans. When they left I turned to him and I said, "you know what? How about you go sell some merch and whatever's left, we'll burn in a bonfire."

Jeff walked away and I saw him and Morgan, who happened to walk by with Velvet, lock eyes. He stared at her before shaking his head sadly and walking away with the box. I saw Morgan mouth something before walking away with Velvet.

About a half hour later, he came back with about half a box full of stuff. I hid the box in my locker for a secret bonfire a little later on while Ethan wasn't watching. We then took a walk around and ran into Drew, who was talking to him about the war with GFW. I knew that there were still some people that were still convinced that I was still with GFW. Jeff said that he was in, and Drew said that he was just what TNA needed right now--and Ethan, who had just shown up at that point said no, that it wasn't their fight. I got inbetween him and Jeff and got into his face.

"Uhm, I know he's working for you, but, and I know he's gotta deal with you, he's still a TNA contracted wrestler. I think he can fight with them if he really wanted to," I said.

"Ryah, its fine," Jeff said putting his hand on my arm. I looked back at him.

"Yea, no, its really not, Jeff," I said, stepping back. Ethan glared at me and then looked back at Jeff.

"We have reservations in 20 minutes, and you have laundry to do. Your little girlfriend can help you if she wants to. Make sure to wash Tyrus' clothes real good." He then walked away with Tyrus. We gave Drew an apologetic look before walking back with them.

A little later, we had Ethan's and Tyrus' ring gear in a basket when Morgan ran right into Jeff. I took the basket and kept walking to Ethan's locker room. As I sat the stuff down, I heard a smack and poked my head back out to see Jeff standing over Morgan with Ethan behind him. Morgan was on the ground holding her cheek and I could only guess that Ethan made Jeff slap a woman, just like he had before. Morgan got up and walked away, holding her cheek. I walked up to Jeff and I asked what happened.

"I slapped Morgan," he said, looking at his hand. "I cant believe I slapped Morgan."

I looked at Jeff before looking at Ethan. "Okay, that's enough! Ethan, Jeff can do a lot for you, but I'll be dammed if you let him fight your battles and slap Morgan every chance you want him to. It's not fair to her, and it's really not fair to Jeff. C'mon, Jeff, we've got dirty laundry to wash." I grabbed his hand and we went off back to his locker room to start that disgusting task.

*Velvet*

I saw Morgan get into the car, and I was about to ask her what took so long. That is, until I saw her with tears running down her cheeks and I moved her cheek to reveal a nasty, red handprint. I could only assume it was one person, but I had to bite that back incase it wasn't said person.

"Morgan," I started calmly. "Who hit you?" She remained quiet for a few minutes and I rubbed her shoulders while she broke down.

"It...it was Jeff," she said covering her face with both her hands. Anger boiled inside of me at the thought of that animal putting her hands on her. I swallowed my anger and rubbed her shoulder and her arm telling her to relax and that we were going back to the hotel. She rested her head back in the seat as I drove the short distance back to the hotel.